I watched the garden gradually take on its autumn livery from the sanctuary of the summerhouse, curled up with a magazine or favourite book and a mug of tea or coffee as I took a break from the daily graft. As such I want to embrace and love it, to bathe in those last rays of temperate sunshine in preparation for the cold days ahead. It’s a bridge month, a crossing point between one season and another. Mornings are dark, cool and often misty, but the days can still brighten into something reminiscent of summer. The trees are donning their autumn finery, glowing in robes of red and gold, enjoying a final fling before winter winds begin to strip them down to stark bones. I think October has a beauty all its own.

Sorry, Peeps, I did try to hire him as a guest star, but his fees were too high for this humble houseboy.ĭedicated with love and thanks to all loyal Fluff Bunnies and Gillifans - I swear I will help pay for your psychiatric treatment one of these days! -) The Winkle On the Bus And Other Stuff *Disclaimer: use of the term ‘butterfly effect’ does not mean Ashton Kutcher features anywhere in this account. It won’t take long, you’ll be back in time for tea and there’s no danger involved so you won’t need insurance. Everyone hold hands, close your eyes and start clicking those heels together. I’ve got Compeed plasters in the event of blisters. I’ve run out of magic glitter (never fear, Peeps, it is on order) so we’ll have to rely on the Dorothy from Kansas mode of travel for this memoir chapter, so dig out your ruby brogues and slip them on. Its origins come under the loose remit of ‘other stuff’ and stretched back to the previous autumn, October 2015, so that’s where I’ll start. The winkle on the bus ‘adventure’ (such as it was) happened one day in February 2016, but like most things in life it was part of a butterfly effect* rather than a truly isolated event. Thank you for not stealing the hard work of this independent scribbler, you’ll get your reward in heaven, or hell if you prefer. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should purchase your own copy. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. This electronic book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only.

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Gilliflowers by Gillibran Brown